The only person present who remained calm was Noah Wilson.
Everyone else was in a frenzy.
It wasn't a joke, she lost two teeth with one slap.
Rita Goldsmith roared back into reality, "You!"
"I used seventy percent of my strength. If I used all my strength, your skull would fly off. So now I'm giving you two minutes to think: either apologize to us or keep getting hit until you apologize. It's your choice."
Rita Goldsmith looked towards Adrian for help.
Ivy River directly said, "Uncle, if you want to watch, you can stay and watch here. If you don't want to, then listen to me and leave now; otherwise, I'm afraid things might get too bloody."
"Rita Goldsmith, you did something wrong, said something wrong, so you must apologize quickly. Maybe things aren't that bad yet. Did you hear?"
It's not about whether things are bad.
Adrian's words directly cast Rita Goldsmith into the cold palace.
So cold.
How could it be that in an instant, she felt unfamiliar with Adrian?
